Department Store Santa

DEPARTMENT STORE SANTA 

  

  Andrew struggled through the deep snow, slowly making his way to the department store. This gig as Santa would earn him enough to buy some booze and that's all he really cared about. 

  This was the fourth Santa the tiny department store had been through this week. Oddly enough, the Santa's only showed up once and then never returned. 

 When his sister, Amanda, told him about the opening earlier that day, he wasn't too thrilled about the idea. Dealing with a bunch of whiny, snotty kids for six hours wasn't his idea of fun. 

 Making matters even worse was the fact that Amanda worked in the clothing department at the store. Which meant he wouldn't be able to sip from the small flask hidden in his pocket. 

"God dammit!" Andrew mumbled to himself. 

 Just as he made his way to the back entrance of the store, he turned up the flask and emptied it. He was disappointed to find it only contained a few sips. He was hoping like hell this evening would pass quickly. 

 He tossed the flask to the side as Amanda opened the door to let him in. 

 "You're late!" she said with a scowl. 

 "Try walking in this deep ass snow with this ridiculous costume," Andrew replied as he squeezed through the open door. 

 Amanda shook her head disapprovingly as she led the way down the dimly lit corridor to his destination. 

 "Wow, this store really didn't put much thought into this Santa thing, did they?" Andrew said as he looked around at the shabby chair, messily decorated tree and solemn looking elves. Andrew noticed a long line of kids and parents waiting. 

 "A blind person could've done a better job at decorating that tree," he remarked as he took a seat. 

 "Did this chair happen to come from a dumpster? One that was used to dispose of corpses, maybe? Because it smells like fucking death," Andrew continued as the elves and Amanda stared at him. 

 "I mean, seriously. You guys actually are surprised that no one returns? Look at this shit. Maybe the Santa's hung themselves out of the pure fucking depression being here caused." 

Amanda snapped, "I don't have time for this. I got you the damn job! Be grateful, little brother! I have to get back to work. This area will be opening in 5 minutes. Be nice to the kids and don't leave this spot until I come back for you!" 

 Andrew nodded his head and looked at the elves, who were still standing there like they were made of stone. 

"What? You don't look thrilled to be here either." 

 "We're here because we need the money," the man standing to the left of him said sharply. 

 "Alrighty then. Let's do this damn thing." 

Before long the swarm of kids were standing before him and each elf would bring one up as another took another child back to their waiting parent.  

Andrew blocked out most of what the kids were even saying as they babbled about what they wanted. He only paid attention when a young child was plopped on his knee and he felt his knee get wet. 

"And I want a baby doll wif a bottle!", the young girl said excitedly. 

 "Holy shit! Did you just piss on me, you little brat?! That's it, get her outta here!", he said to the waiting elf. 

 "But, but! What do I get, Santa?" the child asked before she could be drug away. 

 "A lump of coal and a damn diaper," Andrew said angrily under his breath. 

 He yelled out that Santa would require a break and stormed off to find the bathroom. 

  After cleaning off the piss the best he could, he made his way to the clothing department his sister worked in. 

 He found a beautiful young woman standing at the counter. 

 "Hello there, gorgeous!" he said as he approached her. He pulled down his fake facial hair so she could get a glimpse of his face. 

 "Eww! Is that urine I smell?!" she asked as she got a whiff of him. 

 "Fuck," Andrew muttered as he rolled his eyes, "I'm looking for Amanda." 

 "She's in the back. I think she's expecting you. That way", the woman said as she gestured to the back of the room to a door. 

 Andrew found it odd that she would be expecting him. She had dared him to even leave his area. 

 As he made his way through the aisles of clothes racks to the door, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something felt wrong. He couldn't explain it, but something was going on. 

 

 He turned the knob on the door and opened to a sight he was utterly shocked to see. His sister, along with others, were crouched over corpses feeding on them. 

 "Fresh meat!", one of them yelled as they pounced on him. His six foot frame wouldn't be easy to take down, so more of the blood covered people grabbed him. 

 "No! Not this one! This is my brother!", Amanda yelled from the back of the room where she'd been consuming rotting human flesh. 

 "Andrew! What the fuck are you doing back here?! I told you to not leave that area until I returned for you!", Amanda screamed as she approached him. 

 Andrew was busy fighting off the hands clawing at him. 

 "A fucking brat pissed on me! I needed new clothes! But the more important question is, what the fuck is going on here?!!" he asked as he looked around the room. 

 Suddenly his eyes settled on a pile of bloody Santa costumes in the corner and it dawned on him. 

 "The Santa's didn't return because you crazy bastards ate them." 

 "I'm sorry, Andrew. I can't let you leave here now," Amanda said as she nodded to the others, "Take him down." 

 

Andrew fought with everything he had, but he was soon overwhelmed and fell to the floor. 

 "Looks like we'll be needing a new Santa," Amanda said as she watched the others slicing at him with knives and hatchets. 

 She calmly walked back to her meal and continued feeding. 

 " He was a shitty Santa anyhow", she said as she took a huge bite.